Eating, rotting, wretched and despised, <br />Taken slowly from arms. <br />All cherished things gone. <br />Why not take clothes, <br />To strip flesh clean, from chalk white bone. <br /> <br />Last train leaves town; <br />Now's to late - They've already forgotten. <br />Bright flames - The moth attracts. <br />Candle drip drops wax <br />On to hard wood floor. <br />We've been here before. <br /> <br />Gleaming red. <br />Dead <br />Dog guards, empty junkyard dog <br />Barks at nothing with needles in eyes. <br /> <br />Sleeping gently, Kindness loves to lead. <br />Follow us to oblivion. Sloping ever upwards - Lick. <br />Flame consumes lost souls; Chains bind ignorance. <br />Victim gently doomed to lead a happy life. <br /> <br />Wretched and despised, <br />Are those who fail to follow. <br /> <br />Gleaming red <br />Eyes, But happy <br />To finally to be dead. <br />Dreaming dead and content.<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gleaming-dead-eyes/
